Roz was grateful to Daphne for making her look presentable for her date with Frasier. But it wasn't a date; nor would she ever dream of calling it a date. They were just two friends, going to a high school reunion. And strangely she was looking forward to it. Since she'd given birth to Alice, she hadn't had many opportunities to go out, so even something as lame as a high school reunion was welcome.

Perhaps it was vain (much like her would-be date), but she felt quite attractive; especially since just moments ago she had been in the tub with a pint of ice cream and now she was getting ready to go to a high school reunion; a reunion that wasn't a date. The moment she walked into the living room, Frasier smiled.

"Oh Roz, you look beautiful!" he exclaimed. "But we're not going."

Roz's jaw dropped in disbelief. "What?"

Frasier paced the room, touching his head with his hand in that familiar way that had suddenly become painfully annoying. And she was so ticked off at him that she wanted to scream, although strangling the pompous psychiatrist sounded like a much better option.

"Frasier, what in the hell is wrong with you?" She shouted.

He turned to her sheepishly. "Well, Roz it has something to do with my personal growth. You see, I realized something tonight. I don't care about those people anymore."

She feigned a smile, determined not to lose her temper. But it wasn't going to be easy. In fact it was going to be downright possible.

"Frasier, I hired a babysitter, twice. I did my makeup twice; I performed a miracle by taping myself into this dress twice, only to be stood up by you, twice!"

He gave her another sheepish grin. "Well, technically you only did your hair once."

Now she was livid and she swung her small black purse around (the one that matched her nearly skin-tight black satin dress), hitting the radio psychiatrist (and complete jackass) squarely in the chest. It was with some satisfaction that she smiled at his reaction.

"Oof!"

"Shut up!" She screamed, starling him with the outburst. "You know what, Frasier? One day you're going to find yourself in need of another favor from me and do you know what you can do with it?"

Frasier winced and he looked almost… scared. And if she hadn't been so damned annoyed and angry, she might have laughed. "I think I have a pretty good idea."

"Well, you can do it twice!"

Without waiting for a reply, she stormed out of the condo. She was too embarrassed to apologize to Niles, Daphne and Martin for her behavior but she felt badly that they had to endure the ridiculous scenario that had occurred in Frasier's living room. But she wasn't about to return. So she rushed into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.

"Damn it, doesn't this thing work?" She muttered, pressing the call button on the elevator repeatedly. But when the doors remained close, she headed for the stairwell. With one thrust of the door, she made her way down the flights of stairs, passing each floor.

Eighteen… seventeen… sixteen... fifteen… and so on in record time until she reached the lobby.

By the time she pushed the door open and reached for the lobby door, she was beyond exhausted but she wasn't about to stop. She was determined to get as far away from Frasier Crane as humanly possible; until Monday afternoon anyway. The next time show saw him she was going to give him an even bigger piece of her mind. But at that moment she was determined to vanish all thoughts of him from her mind

She hurried through the lobby to her car and climbed inside, barreling out of the Elliott Bay Towers parking lot at record speed. She had no idea where she was going (Florida would have been a good place) but she didn't care and instead kept driving until her car came to a stop-right in front of Café Nervosa.